The Gift of Food Sack

A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother 

Udaya R. Tennakoon